May 9th, 2006

I am watching a movie...
...I enter the movie...
Rosario Dawson, my Mother, and myself check into a fancy hotel for a "Magical Sensual Weekend". My character hopes to score a lot of sex. We are met by the guide after checking in. It is Antonio Banderas. He directs the hotels activities. He gives us a list of rooms to choose from.
...Room 104 triggers my intuition...
I choose room 104. Hmm. 1 + 0 + 4 = 5. I would of liked a better number numerological wise, but maybe I am being predjudice towards the number eight. We open the door to the room. It opens to a long hallway. We walk down the hallway and find an Elevator. The elevator leads to the room 104. My mother and Rosario enter the elevator. When I try to enter the elevator, the doors move in such a way to fling me out. Then the entire hallway drops like a falling elevator.
"What is going on, " I think.
No I am downstairs. I find a number pad and enter 104. The hallway takes me to room 004. I try three more time, each time going to room 004.
"Someone is messing with this elevator," I think. "Hah. I have figured out it's pattern, so fuck him ."
I hit the buttons in a way to take me to room 104. I enter the room. It is the largest hotel room I have ever seen. It is larger than most people's house. Wow. I encounter my mother unpacking and I realize something. I am on a "MAgical Sensual Weekend" with my mother. Gross!
...my awareness leaves the movie. My character changes from me to Ben Foster...
Ben leads Rosario to her room. Which is conected to his room. He claims innocence on the arraingement, but she does not believe him. Antonio Banderas enters to room dressed in a white flamenco style leotard.
"What have you done with your MAGICAL MYSTERY WEEKEND," he demands.
We do not know what to say or what he is talking about.
"We will ALL discuss this," he says.
Now the hotel room is filled with desks and students.
...I watch a montage scene of question and answer...
"What was your first sexual experience?"
"When do you feel sexy?"
...the camera then gives a close shot of my mother. She looks just like Helen Mirim. As she smokes her cigarette the camera zooms in to her face...
"Do you know the difficulty with in a large cast," she asks. "It is hard for a large ensemble to give an Oscar noteworthy performance." She finishes her cigarette then looks at all of us. "Get out," she yells.
Two little children, a brother and sister in overalls, run under the pallet Helem Mirim's chair was on.
"Daddy, we can see her panties," they yell.
They yell as their hickish father says, "Get out of there...but first are they purty?"
Everybody leaves.
...most of these people are Antonio's former schoolmates. Man are they a bunch of hillbillies...
...A black teen moves at the back of the crowd. My awareness follows him...
He leaves the hotel room and starts to go a little crazy. He is thrashing about as he yells.
"Things have become divided," he says.
...my awareness moves to another place where two groups are located. They are on a the side of the Mountain...
One group sits in their cave in the mountain. They are dressed like cave-men and stare at a book. All are held in thrall of the Book of Dusks. The other group is out in the sunshine. They are dressed in the most beautiful gossamer gowns and tunics. They sing and dance around the Book of Dawns.
...I return to the black teen in the hallway. His convulsions have died down. I realize he needs both books to lift the curse...